Norman F. Santos
An Empty Hearth
Cold tiles mock my motionlessness
And the lashing ambers wavering in tempo.
Frost mourn crawls up with the misery
Knocking me tarnished a vacant chasm.
Severely loosen ties fell apart
Interlaced with fragile chastity
I fought to knot impoverished ends
To haul me out my drab incest.
Scorching emptiness atrophied my mind